I like shopping around at Hot Topic when I have the money, a few weeks back I was browsing the store. The stuff there is just so fun and funky! I could be in there for hours without buying anything. Music, clothing, accessories, shoes, candy (Zotz), bags, a cute guy or two (Did I just say that??). If you are in a store for more than twenty minutes, employees are bound to ask you if you need any help finding anything.
He walks up to me, shoulder length straight, shiny (not greasy), dark brown almost black hair. He’s tall with clammy pale skin, pretty shaped eyes a shade of hazel, a lip ring, wearing skinny jeans and a T-shirt. Might he be a vampire because he is dazzling me. Did he see me staring?? I wasn’t drooling was I?? “You findin’ everything alright?” he asks “Um… yeah. Could I try these on?” I respond holding out a pair of jeans. “Sure.” he answers. I walk back to the dressing room try the jeans on blah, blah. I decide I’ll buy ’em, so I carry them around until someone tells me I can leave them at the counter until I pay. I see a To Write Love On Her Arms T-shirt that reads “Alive. Wake up you are alive we are on your side.” I’d seen it on the To Write Love On Her Arms website, pondering if I should purchase it. He notices me taking a liking to the shirt “To Write Love On Her Arms! I love that foundation, it’s for a great cause! Did you see the ‘alive’ tee?” I just nod my head, feeling muted. I support TWLOHA and as a gift from a family friend Kristi I have a hoodie that says “LOVE”. I’m wearing the hoodie so of course he notices that too. “Ahh! you’re wearing the love hoodie!” GAH!! Must he be so nice and friendly (…and attractive)? “Do you have the pink TWLOHA T-shirt?” I ask. “Um… I think we do, lemme check.” He walks over to a wall of shelves loaded with awesome T-shirts. He comes back over to me and says,”This is the last one, wanna go try it on?” “Sure, I guess,” I stammer. Once I’ve tried it on it fits me, though it’s a little to small for my taste. I walk back out ready to go put it away and pay for my lovely pair of pants. He unterruppts my silence, “How’d that work out for ya?” “Erm, it’s a little small for my taste,” I try to say without looking panicky. I pay and leave the store.
After we get out of the store my mom comments, “I think that guy liked you Phoen.” as a grin spreads across her face. “Really? Are you sure?” I reply. “Yeah! He was cute!” I smack my forehead with my hand, covering my face… and my smile. I soon think. Isn’t that weird for a 16 year old to like someone my age?
Last night I went to spend my gift card spying Invader Zim sleeping pants. I was looking around and a female employee asks “You doin’ alright girlie?” in an upbeat tone. I didn’t buy the P.J. pants even though I had the money instead I settled for the Anberlin album Lost Songs and a few strings of Zotz. I slowly walk toward the counter. The girl with cute short brown hair, a pretty yet quirky face, and wide hips, which look fabulous with her skinny jeans on. “Yeeeaaah!! Zotz!” “The best!” I say back. “I really like this band.” she says holding up the Anberlin CD.
Today I went back in hopes of seeing him again. I walk in take a quick glance at the room and notice him at the counter. I’m not obsessed am I, right? I naw at my lip tearing away dried skin with my teeth. I see a pair of bright blue jeans I like. Note to self: I need to stock up on pants, I only have three pairs. I ask the cute guy with curly hair if I can try on the jeans. “Sure. You can go and wait on over there,” he says pointing to the dressing rooms. After trying on two pairs to jeans I decide on my first choice and pick up the Invader Zim P.J. bottoms. I walk to the line ready to pay with ANOTHER string of Zotz. Just as I’m ready to pay he has to leave. The curly haired David says, “You’ll have to go to the other side and have Terrence ring you up.” in a tone saying I’m quite oblivious. It’s the girl from last night. “You and your fricken’ Zotz!” she teases. “I love these pants, they’re cute!” I smile nod my head awkwardly, not knowing what to say back or how to start a conversation. “You should totally come here everyday and buy some random pants.” “Yep,” I smile back. I like going to a store and feeling comfortable where people are nice to me and don’t treat me like such a toddler. “Hey, we are rockin’ the same band!” Terrence notices that we both have on a The Academy Is… T-shirt.
Later on I’m walking through the mall with my mom and two little sisters. I stop breathing for a second as he walks past. Heart thuding, tap-tap, tap-tap. I squeal on the inside yet I see him with a girl. Is that his girlfriend? I wonder. My heart sinks. It shouldn’t be a big deal, right? Well, I’m crossing my fingers in hopes that the girl I saw is just a friend.